THE ONLY LIFE I kNOW
You may think im fronting,am not my friends
This is the only life I know, sure of it
I live a life I never chose, it chose me
I walk a lonely road on this journey,
The only road that I have ever known, yes.
And there's no way out of a wanderers life
a solitary peculiar life, a strangers life.
4 at the finish line there can be only one
at the end of the race I stand alone no crowds
May it be Mythical_Poet the wanderer.
Yet im a prodigal son who left his home
But I never really left, its so weird
Dont feel sorry for me 4 what God has done
Truth is God knows what he has done to me.
The gift is the curse, the curse the gift
The people are the saints, the ancients.
And the gift is poetry, yes famous my fathers
And the spirit is real, the pyramids of Egypt.
And the people r real, they're scattered away
4 Poetry swims in my DNA, Solomonic dynasty
The only life I know, my people wrote the Book.
A first born child of Africa is this boy
This blood is Ethiopian life runnin breathin.
And the truth has stayed, I never sold out
And the purity is sealed, I stay true
And India is my birth like Ghandi Mahatma
I walk this empty street and I stand alone
till then no one finds me so I walk alone.
NEWEST POEM
Why am I this way?
The way of Emily Dickinson.
I just dont know. Its a mystery.
In high-school a classmate said to me,
"Semi, do you have any friends"?
I didnt know how to reply!
See Im compatible with nobody
You may think im fronting,am not my friends
This is the only life I know, sure of it
I live a life I never chose, it chose me
I walk a lonely road on this journey,
The only road that I have ever known, yes.
And there's no way out of a wanderers life
a solitary peculiar life, a strangers life.
4 at the finish line there can be only one
at the end of the race I stand alone no crowds
May it be Mythical_Poet the wanderer.
Yet im a prodigal son who left his home
But I never really left, its so weird
Dont feel sorry for me 4 what God has done
Truth is God knows what he has done to me.
The gift is the curse, the curse the gift
The people are the saints, the ancients.
And the gift is poetry, yes famous my fathers
And the spirit is real, the pyramids of Egypt.
And the people r real, they're scattered away
4 Poetry swims in my DNA, Solomonic dynasty
The only life I know, my people wrote the Book.
A first born child of Africa is this boy
This blood is Ethiopian life runnin breathin.
And the truth has stayed, I never sold out
And the purity is sealed, I stay true
And India is my birth like Ghandi Mahatma
I walk this empty street and I stand alone
till then no one finds me so I walk alone.
NEWEST POEM
Why am I this way?
The way of Emily Dickinson.
I just dont know. Its a mystery.
In high-school a classmate said to me,
"Semi, do you have any friends"?
I didnt know how to reply!
See Im compatible with nobody
not even my very own Family!
n while the guys would run about
and kick it, me, I would sit it.
I fear I border the schizophrenic.
Talking to my shadow all the while
Im one to one thats how I get down
I only compete with myself, no frown
n while the guys would run about
and kick it, me, I would sit it.
I fear I border the schizophrenic.
Talking to my shadow all the while
Im one to one thats how I get down
I only compete with myself, no frown
a first born child and left handed.
And I think im handicapped,lord knows.
And I think im handicapped,lord knows.
my life would be all messed up except,
Ive always seemed to be by myself.
Ive always seemed to be by myself.
Still Im tryin to break out- its my curse
but the benefit is right in this verse
dont you see it could be the reason that
Poetry loves me, secrets she tells me.
NEWER THAN THE NEWEST
I identify with the Poet,I live it
So someone asked me as a 'Poet' my dear
If I plan to vanish young like a Plath
or a Winehouse. I have no intentions
to such aspirations but this I will say.
It is unfortunate how good Poets meet their
demise. God has put this weight unfortunately
So to call myself by a Poets name is not
my choosing. That madness that I have come
to know by name is everyday news....
I do not plan to file
an early retirement. But I admit I do fight
harder than normal to escape that so
inevitable 'good night'. If all Poets are destroyed
by their vices, then I am one who can easily say
I have little to none yet still I feel the addictions.
I am not one used to drugs and wine or frivolity
yet I am a junkie and weakling in many areas.
I must guard myself well day in & out, after all
I possess the nature of the Poet. I live it.
Mythical_Poet
but the benefit is right in this verse
dont you see it could be the reason that
Poetry loves me, secrets she tells me.
NEWER THAN THE NEWEST
I identify with the Poet,I live it
So someone asked me as a 'Poet' my dear
If I plan to vanish young like a Plath
or a Winehouse. I have no intentions
to such aspirations but this I will say.
It is unfortunate how good Poets meet their
demise. God has put this weight unfortunately
So to call myself by a Poets name is not
my choosing. That madness that I have come
to know by name is everyday news....
I do not plan to file
an early retirement. But I admit I do fight
harder than normal to escape that so
inevitable 'good night'. If all Poets are destroyed
by their vices, then I am one who can easily say
I have little to none yet still I feel the addictions.
I am not one used to drugs and wine or frivolity
yet I am a junkie and weakling in many areas.
I must guard myself well day in & out, after all
I possess the nature of the Poet. I live it.
Mythical_Poet
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